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....When those moments hit me, they are at the time of Zodiark's hold so graciously letting up on my soul and mind. Although for only a brief moment and I knew naught of it at those times, there I am again: Themis.
When so many voices become too much...When all I could is drift in my own personal pocket of the Rift...
"I am Themis."
I used to reassure myself.
Those voices say otherwise, however, and I am but something small and incomparable to the bigger picture at hand: Zodiark.
An amalgamation of souls trapped and crying out for deliverance. For a star whole, new, and beautiful just as the way it was.
The way it should be.
A constant reminder to the years upon years of work bearing little to no fruit and to the many more to come. Once more, they remind me still, even if their words do not state their intentions clearly. The feeling behind it does.
I am the Heart and I must serve as such. I am the Balance between light and dark. I am Zodiark's voice and I carry out "His" mission.
And soon I am no longer Themis.
I am Elidibus.